78

BLAIR'S POV

“Hey, honey,” I heard my mother's voice from a distance.

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself asleep in Keiran's bed, with my hand, cuffed to the frame.

“Hey, mama,” Keiran's thick voice responded.

“Ready to give mama some sugar?” She asked.

I almost puked, but worse, I dread that she was going to walk in here and find me cuffed to the bed.

It was a terrible sight, just imagining what she was going to do, if she found out I was unto her.

“I don't feel so well,” Keiran complained.

“Oh, my sweet boy, really?” My mother asked, her voice revealing peak concern.

I was getting really sick in my stomach and was pretty much at the verge of throwing up.

“I have a meeting in an hour and thirty minutes, but thought I had to drop by for some sweet, sweet sugar,” she sounded like a mother to her two year old.

“But, how about you get some rest, I'll rush over to the meeting and when I get back, we'll take care of you, mama’s way,” she said.

What followed was the smackin